Did you ever think you were the only person in the world to get an enema.

When I was a kid(30s) enema bags on bathroom doors were not uncommon and I assumed that everyone took them.When grew up and got out into the world I was surprised that some of the women I dated knew nothing about them.But then I met my little student nuirse and she knew ALL about enemas.Ive never looked back.Finding this site is like finding her all over again!

Yes until i came here

I was never given an enema as a child; and, I'm not aware of any friends that got them - although some may well have. I received an enema once in the hospital as an adult; but, that was so long ago I really don't recall why I was even in the hospital. Until I came to zity I've never had a discussion about enemas with anyone. I've learned a lot here and appreciate how open we can be with the anonymity this forum provides us.

I knew other people got enemas. Some of my friends would talk about them, like

Tell year mom to give you an enema. It will make you think clearly! Usually followed by a look like smelling a bad fart among my friends. As far as thinking about other people enjoyed them like me, I thought that maybe I should keep that fact to myself. Thinking that these feelings would've meant that I was gay left me with a confused adolescence. Not until I seen an enema magazine at a sleazy newsstand did I have an Aha! Moment

Seeing the somewhat worn family enema can and confirmation from Dad that older siblings had gotten their full share of treatments from it as children helped convince me that I was not alone. Seeing red rubber bags hanging in friends' bathrooms was more proof.

My first was in the kids ward at hospital. So I knew others got enemas too. Some friends said later they got an enema when home from school. So it was "out of the bag so to speak". Now I hear from some who never got an enema and now like them. Small world.

No, I never thought I was the only person in the world to get an enema. I had an older sister who got enemas before I got my first one And even though at that young age, when I wasn't sure what an enema meant, when I heard it being discussed in reference to my sister getting one, I was at least aware that some one else had gotten this form of medical treatment, by the time I was getting mine. I will say I was surprised at what the treatment actually was!!!!!! I thought it was probably some sort of pill or oral medicine. Boy, was I ever WRONG .I found out very quickly it was something totally different....LOL....I had, had my temperature taken rectally many times by time i got my first enema so it wasn't the first time something had been inserted into my little bottom. But it was like night and day different. Never minded having my temperature taken that way , but (initially) hated those early enemas. And there was a long period in my life where I thought I was the only person who liked enemas. But that's another topic altogether.

Growing up in the fifties, enemas were quite common, but rarely discussed, especially among young males. One must remember that this was a time of rampant homophobia, and any mention of anything anally enjoyable, automatically branded one as being "gay". (although the term used then was quite offensive) I received routine enemas which I was made to retain, and after a bit, found them quite enjoyable, but dared not tell any of my friends for fear of being branded. I have gone to many of my friends houses, and saw enema bags hanging on the back of the bathroom door, or the towel rack, but never dared to mention anything about it. Such were the times.

Growing up in the late 50's and early sixties I was given my share of enemas but I never thought I was the only one to get enemas. Snooping at relatives houses I saw bulb syringes that I figured out were used on my cousins, but we never spoke of them. Though I dreaded those early enemas, when I was about thirteen I began to self administer and at that time I thought I was alone in enjoying enemas. Later I was surprised to read in Penthouse magazine that there were other people who were into enemas.

I recall looking down from an airplane onto the vast expanse of a city, and reasoning that among the millions of humans down there someone HAD TO be getting an enema at that very moment. Was it beneath that roof... or that one? I would run the math around in my head: if only one person in a million was "strange" like me and actually enjoyed enemas, there had to be other enema lovers down there. There had to be... didn't there?

Hugs,

Diane

Diane,

I was on a plane late last week and as I peered out the window, I did the very same thing! I had enema play on my mind at the time and as I looked out the window, I thought to myself, I wonder if anyone down there is getting an enema right now?

Too, funny! I suppose great minds do think alike sometimes!!

Deb

I want to be in the seat next to you ladies and watch you squirm and rock in your seat as you imagine the people down below having their flow.

I thought to myself, I wonder if anyone down there is getting an enema right now?

@Debgurl I wish I had a thousand dollars for every time I have had that exact same thought. I could retire..

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As mentioned here previously, I sometimes tried to figure out which of those around me enjoyed a good enema like I did. There were about ten women/girls in the office where I worked for many years. None of them ever came out to me that they took enemas regularly, and I did not volunteer that I did either but I would try to figure out if any of them did by comments made about their attitude toward other things that may be related. Some of them you could tell were very squeamish of anything kinky, especially anal, and probably would not take an enema unless required by doctor or hospital. I did identify two of them that I would bet did, even though neither mentioned enemas directly.

The first was a young woman about my daughter's age. She often told stories of wild parties and once I overheard her tell her friend her husband liked "kinky ass play". I expect an enema or two as preparation, or part of it, would not be out of the question.

The second was a woman a few years younger than me, with adult children out of the house. I could tell by conversations we had that she had the same opinion about a lot of things like I did. She was the company Controller, always dressed and spoke conservatively, but I could easily imagine her getting home to an empty house and soon the warm water was flowing to relax her after a stressful day. I know that is what I did.

I did not think I was the only person to get enemas but I always wondered if I was the only serson who like or was attracted to them. Than along came the internet , what a surprise ;;

Until I discovered some enema videos online I had no idea others used enemas for fun. I certainly had no idea others used them for erotic reasons.

Until I found stories in Penthouse Forum, I thought I was the only one to use enemas for sexual relief. I knew that my invalid aunt received enemas every other day to keep her from getting backed up.

Yes I did. Had a similar experience seeing the Penthouse letters. Couldn't believe others did it. Then saw the old forums on yahoo and the Beth Tyler site. Eye opening.

I was never given an enema at home, but had my first few in hospital when I had polio. I can't say I actually liked them, but then they interrupted my mum's visits. She used to read to me, and I hated having that cut short. Later when I got home, I found some of my fathers Yoga books, and learned about Ayurvedic inner cleansing. So I knew that at least other Indian people did this, but no one I knew.

I was intrigued; made a siphon and gave myself enemas of cold water up to (eventually) two Imperial quarts. I was fascinated with my swollen belly (I'd have been about 10) and living in a rural area, was able to go outside and run naked (with quite an erection, as you'd imagine) until the enema wanted out. I just stood and let it go, not minding the mess on my legs but revelling in the freedom to do something so delightfully naughty! And yes, I did think I was the only child to actually like this!

I never could confess it until I married my wife, and even then it sort of crept out of me. She wasn't freaked out (she is a nurse and had given plenty) but utterly mystified that anyone could like enemas.

Johnny

Thank God for the Penthouse Forum in the late 60's. Until then I didn't know there were others that liked enemas. The problem is finding them. Now we have the Internet to discuss our little secret with others.

There are lots of us on this site owe a big debt to Penthouse letters. I fooled with thins up my ass after a supo in hospital. The only time an enema was given was xray prep for a Ba enema.

I was told that my mother needed them during . I never was given one. But many had a kit in or near the biffy. When I got the chance I usd all of them in private.

Thanks Penthouse. I guess I should say i looked only for the Forum if I was to lie.

Until the internet and sites like zity ,i thought i was the only person,

When I was maybe 10-12 and just beginning to explore enemas with my parents bag (which hung on a hook on the back of the linen closet) a neighbor girl and I did the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" thing. It turned out that she too was exploring the use of the bag. I did not really like her and we were pretty well supervised as well so nothing more came of it. But it did make me realize that others had the interest. As others have said Penthouse forum in a section called "special preferences" confirmed again that others had the same interest. It would have been nice if I had married a person who had the interest but that did not happen.

I was certain that I was the only one. I knew I was the only one. It was not until I found this that I realized that I was not quite as "odd" as I thought I was. It might have been different if I had gotten them during childhood.

I knew I was not the only person who used them because it was the discovery of enema equipment in my home that started my fetish but they were not talked about much and when I could pick up on any overheard info the attitude seemed to be they were something not wanted.

There was not much info to be found out there either until I was grown up and figured out my feelings about enemas may have not been the norm but at least I was not the only one.

I have never been narcissistic enough to believe THAT!

I worried that I was weird, really, weird , but that did not stop me from talking to my class mates about it, asking if the got, for details if the did and when I got older convincing the girls and women I knew to let me give them one.

Post #84 Auntiemaime Hit the nail squarely on the head ! I too thought I was the only one that liked a good enema !

This site ,when I found it by accident , did a lot of good for my mental health , I too thought I was the " only one " .

Had an incident in Dr's office , He asked how I was doing ? I quipped in a joking manor , Nothing wrong a couple aspirin and an Enema won't fix ! He said My nurse loves giving enemas ,I'll send her in with the aspirin and soapsuds enema . He did , I was last patient of the day , nurse did not hurry enema !! got a rinse too.

Doc was some what odd , but superb an his field .

I think almost everyone on here at some point thought they were the only one in the world. I suspect there are people out there that use enemas and don't even admit to theirselfs that they enjoy it.

I knew that I was not the only person to GET AN ENEMA, since my mom openly took them weekly if not more often. Also I would see equipment in the drugstore and in others houses, this was the 1950's and 1960's. However I DID THINK I was the only one who ENJOYED THEM! Fast forward to about 1972. I was by then in High school with a part time job ($) and driving so I bought every Penthouse magazine as soon as it hit the shelves at the local 7-11, and kept them hidden in my room. One wonderful day I discovered the "Special Preference" letters!!!! OMG! I am not the only one! Even if the letters were fiction, (and I think some were) just the fact that someone else had the same idea, vindicated me that I was not a freak! Well, maybe I was, but I was not alone! He He! Then when in college I noticed an ad in the back of Hustler for "Platinum Press" who sold enema magazines!!! Well I ordered every one that I could afford and pretty soon they all had stains and sticky pages if you know what I mean! later discovered the internet and you know the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say.